Due to a normally deadly disease, I have been bed bound much of the last three years. However, I recently received a call and was asked if I could sort out an unhappy American Bison Bull that had "eloped" from his feeding corral and was ripping out fence wire as he went. Easiest tracking job of my life.
One 370 in front of 84 grains of Norma 203B...Boom Flop. I went back home to bed.

BTW, the newest chemotherapy is starting to make headway. Watch out world.